CHAPTER XVIII
Greek Temples
The opening of the post-bag at the Villa Camellia, bearing as it didmissives from most quarters of the globe, was naturally a great dailyevent. Some of the girls were lucky in the matter of correspondence--Peachyreceived numerous letters--and others were not so highly favored. PoorLorna was generally left out altogether. Her father wrote to heroccasionally, but she had no other friend or relation to send her even apost-card. She accepted the omission with the sad patience which was hermarked characteristic. Her affection for Irene had been an immensefactor in her school life this term, but she was still very differentfrom other girls, and kept her old barrier of shy reserve. Irene,noticing Lorna's wistful look towards the post-bag, often tried to shareher correspondence with her buddy; she would show her all her picturepost-cards, briefly explaining who the writers were and to what theirallusions referred. At first Lorna had only been languidly polite overthem, but later she grew interested. Second-hand articles may not be asgood as your own, but they are better than nothing at all, and thevarious items of news made topics for conversations and gave her aglimpse of other people's homes.
Irene, finishing her budget one morning, sorted out any which she mighthand on to her chum.
"Not home letters--yours are sacred, Mummie darling!--and she wouldn'tcare to hear about Aunt Doreen's attack of rheumatism. There are twopost-cards she may like, and this lovely long stave from Dona. Lorna,dear! I've told you about my cousin Dona Anderson? She's at BrackenfieldCollege. She's older than I am, but somehow we've always been suchfriends. I like her far and away the best out of that family. Shedoesn't find time to write very often, because she's in the Sixth and aprefect, and it keeps her busy, and besides she never has been much of ascribbler. I haven't heard from her for months. This is ever such ajolly letter, though, if you care to look at it."
"Thanks," said Lorna, accepting the offer. "Yes, I remember you told meabout her. She must be rather a sport. I wish she were at the VillaCamellia instead of in England."
"And Dona thinks there isn't any other school in the world except hers."
But Lorna had opened the closely-written sheets and was already readingas follows:
St. Githa's, Brackenfield College, March 30th.
Renie dear!
I've been meaning to write to you for ages! Mother told me the news of how you all packed off to Naples, and she sent me the address of your school. I do hope you like it and have settled down. I always wanted you to come to Brackenfield! You know Joan is here now? It's her first term and she's radiantly happy. She's a clever little person at her work, and we think she's going to be great at games. Of course she's only in New Girls' Junior Team, but she's done splendidly already. Ailsa was looking on yesterday and complimented her afterwards.
We've had quite a good hockey season. The Coll. played "Hawthornden" last week, and when the whistle went for "time" the score was 4-2 in our favor! An immense triumph for us, because we've never had the luck to beat them before, and we were feeling desperate about it. They were so cock-sure of winning too! Do you get any hockey at Fossato? Or is it all tennis?
We'd a rather decent gymnastic display a while ago. Mona and Beatrice are very keen on gym practice and they did some really neat balance-walking on the bars, also side vaulting. The juniors gave country dances in costume, and of course that sort of thing is always clapped by parents. We're working hard now for the concert. Ailsa and I have to sing a duet and we're both terrified. Hope we shan't break down and spoil the show!
I'm enjoying this year at Brackenfield most immensely. It's lovely being a prefect. I was fearfully scared when first the Empress sent for me and told me I was to be a school officer, but I've got on swimmingly, thanks largely to Ailsa, I think. Of course we're still inseparable. We always have been since our first term at St. Ethelberta's, when I smuggled the mice into No. 5 to scare Mona out of the dormitory and leave room for Ailsa.
I go nearly every week to The Tamarisks. It cheers Auntie up to see me. She's rather lonely since Elaine was married. By the by you asked me what had become of Miss Norton's little nephew Eric. You admired his photograph so much, with those lovely golden curls. Of course they're cut off now. He's ever so much stronger and has gone to a preparatory school. I still send him books and things and he writes me sweet letters. I'm planning to coax Mother to let me invite Nortie to bring him to us for part of the summer holidays. I don't want to lose sight of the dear little chap.
Now for home news. Leonard is in India, and likes the life there, and Larry is at Cambridge. Peter and Cyril are still at St. Bede's, and getting on well. Their letters are full of nothing but football though. Nora's baby girl is a darling, and Michael is still very sweet though he's growing rather an imp. You know we always describe ourselves as an old-fashioned rambling family. Well, one of us is rambling in your direction! Marjorie is making a tour in Italy with some friends of hers--the Prestons. Isn't she lucky? The last post-card she sent me was from Rome, and she said they were going on to Naples, so it's just within the bounds of possibility that you may see her. I wish I could have come out for Easter and had a peep at you. I'd like to see oranges really growing on orange trees! Perhaps Ailsa's going to ask me for the holidays though. They have a country cottage in Cornwall and it would be top-hole there.
Write and tell me about your southern school when you have time. I'd love to hear. Do you have to speak Italian there?
Well, I must stop now and do my prep. There's a junior tapping at the door too and wanting to see me. Prefects don't get much time to themselves!
With best love, Your affectionate coz, Dona Anderson.
"What a jolly letter," commented Lorna, as she handed it back.
"Yes, Dona is a dear. I used to want to go to Brackenfield, but I wasn'twell last year, and Mother said it was too strenuous a school for me.Isn't it a joke that Marjorie is in Italy? What fun if she were to turnup some day. I have a kind of feeling that I'm going to see her. I'mgetting quite excited."
Lorna did not reply. Irene's correspondence was after all only a matterof half importance to her. Indeed the thought of that lively family ofcousins brought out so sharply the contrast of her own loneliness thatshe almost wished she had never heard of them. Why did other people getall the luck in life?
"What's the matter? You're very glum," said Irene.
"Nothing! I can't always be sparkling, can I?"
"I suppose not. But I thought you'd be interested in Marjorie coming."
"How can I be interested in some one I've never seen?" snapped Lorna,walking abruptly away.
Irene looked after her and shook her head.
"I've put my foot in it somehow," she ruminated. "You never know how totake Lorna. A thing that pleases her one day annoys her the next. She'scertainly what you'd call 'katawampus' this morning."
It was getting very near the end of the term now, and all the girls weretalking eagerly about going home. Before they separated for theirvacation, however, there was to be one more of Miss Morley's delightfulexcursions. Next term would be too hot to do much sightseeing, so thoseof the pupils who had not yet been shown the wonders of the neighborhoodwere to have the chance of a visit to the Greek temples at Paestum. Itwould be a longer expedition even than to Vesuvius, and as many wereanxious to take part it was arranged to hire a motor char-a-banc toacco
mmodate about twenty-four girls and several teachers. The lucky oneswere of course well drilled beforehand in the history and architectureof the place, and knew how a Greek colony had settled there about theyear 600 B.C. and had built the magnificent Doric temples, which, withthe sole exception of those at Athens, are the finest existing ruins ofthe kind.
Miss Rodgers had limited the excursion to seniors and Transition,thinking it too long and fatiguing a day for the juniors. All theprefects were going, while the Camellia Buds, with the exception ofEsther and Mary, who had been before, were also included in the party.
"This is one thing you wouldn't get at any rate in an ordinary Englishschool," said Lorna. "I don't suppose the Brackenfield girls are takingexcursions to Greek temples."
"There aren't any Greek temples in England for them to go and see,silly," laughed Irene.
"Well, Abbeys or Castles or anything ancient."
"From Dona's accounts that sort of thing is not in their line. Theyconcentrate on games."
"Hockey is all very well, but give me our orange groves and the bluesea."
"Ye-es; but I sometimes hanker for a really A1 hockey match!"
"Don't you like the Villa Camellia?"
"Of course I do. What's the matter, Lorna? I believe you're jealous ofBrackenfield!"
"No, I'm not, though I'm sure I'm right in fancying you'd rather bethere than here."
"How absurd you are!"
"Am I? All right! Call it absurd if you want. Are you going to sit nextto me in the char-a-banc?"
Irene looked conscious.
"I promised Peachy! But you can sit the other side, you know."
"Oh, no, thanks! If you've made arrangements already I'm sure I don'twant to interfere with them. I wouldn't spoil sport for worlds."
"You are the limit!"
"Am I? Indeed! Perhaps you'd rather not have me for a buddy any more?"
"For gracious' sake stop talking nonsense! You're the weirdest girl I'veever met," snapped Irene. Then to avoid an open quarrel she walked away,leaving her chum in the depths of misery.
Lorna knew her own temper was at fault, but she was in a touchy mood andlaid the blame on fate.
"If I had a nice home like other girls, and had been going there forripping holidays, and had brothers and cousins to write to me I'd bedifferent," she excused herself, quite forgetting that, however much wemay be handicapped, the molding of our character is after all in our ownhands.
As it was she sulked, and when the char-a-banc arrived, although Irenebeckoned her to a place beside herself and Peachy, she took no noticeand waited till everybody else had scrambled in. The result of this wasthat she finally found herself seated away from all her own friends andnext to Mrs. Clark, the wife of the British chaplain, who by MissMorley's invitation had joined the excursion. Perhaps on the whole itwas just as well. Mrs. Clark was what the girls called "a perfect dear,"and a few hours in her company was a restful mind tonic. She had acheery manner and chatted upon all sorts of pleasant subjects, so thatafter a time Lorna began to forget her "jim-jams" and even to volunteera remark or two, instead of confining her conversation to monosyllables.
Certainly any girl must have been hard to please who did not enjoyherself. The motor drive was one of the loveliest in Italy. They passedthrough glorious scenery, all the more beautiful as it was theblossoming time of the year and flowers were everywhere. On a marshyplain, as they reached Paestum, the fields were spangled with the littlewhite wild narcissus, growing in such tempting quantities that MissMorley asked the driver to stop the char-a-banc, and allowed all todismount and pick to their hearts' content.
"Isn't the scent of them heavenly!" said Lorna, burying her nose in abunch of sweetness.
"Luscious!" agreed Mrs. Clark. "I think the old Greeks must havegathered these to weave garlands for their heads when they went to theirfestivals. I'm glad tourists are safe here now. This marsh, just wherewe're standing, used to be a tremendous haunt of brigands, and anytravelers coming to see the ruins ran the chance of being robbed. Myfather had his purse taken years ago. Don't look frightened. Thegovernment have put all that down at last. The neighborhood of Napleshas improved very much since I was a girl. I remember pickpockets usedto be quite common on the quay at Santa Lucia, and nobody troubled tointerfere. You can walk to the boat nowadays and carry a hand-bagwithout fearing every moment it will be snatched."
But the driver was urging the necessity of pushing on, so all took theirseats again, and in due course reached Paestum. The girls had, of course,seen photographs of the place beforehand, yet even these had hardlyprepared them for the stately magnificence of the three great templesthat suddenly broke upon their vision. Their immense size, theirloneliness, far from town or city, and their glorious situation betwixthill and blue sea, almost took the breath away, and filled the mind withglowing admiration for the genius of Greek architecture. The rows offluted Doric columns, tapering symmetrically towards the roof, were likebeautiful lily stems supporting flowers, the mellow yellow tone of thestone was varied by the ferns and acanthus which grew everywhere around,and the sunshine, falling on the rows of delicate shafts, seemed tolinger lovingly, and invest them with a halo of golden light.
"What must these temples have been when the world was young!" said MissMorley. "If we could only get a glimpse of them as they were more thantwo thousand years ago. Think what processions must have paced downthose glorious aisles. Priests and singers and worshipers all crownedwith flowers. The rose gardens of Paestum used to be famous among theRoman poets. The marvel is that the stones have stood all thesecenturies of time. It seems as if Art and Beauty have triumphed overdecay."
The party had brought lunch baskets, and they now sat down on the stepsof the Temple of Neptune to enjoy their picnic. Fortunately the groundsof the ruins were enclosed by railings, so they were preserved from theattentions of a group of beggar children, who had greeted the arrival ofthe char-a-banc with outstretched palms and torrents of entreaties for"soldi," and who were hanging about the gate evidently waiting for anyfresh opportunity that might occur of asking alms. Four lean and hungrydogs, however, had managed to slip into the enclosure, and madethemselves a nuisance by sitting in front of the picnickers and keepingup an incessant chorus of loud barking. The girls tried to stop thenoise by throwing them fragments of sandwiches, but their appetites wereso insatiable that they would have consumed the whole luncheon and havebarked for more, so Miss Morley, tired of the noise, finally chased themoff the premises with her umbrella.
"They're as bad as wolves. And as for the children they're shameless.They've been taught to look upon tourists as their prey. If you go nearthe gate dozens of little hands are poked through the railings and anabsolute shriek of 'soldi' arises. It spoils people's enjoyment to be soterribly pestered by beggars. And the more you give them the more theyask."
"They're having a try at somebody else now," remarked Rachel, watchingthe crowd of small heads leave their vantage ground of the railings andsurge round a carriage which drove up. "Some other tourists are comingto see the sights--two gentlemen and three ladies, very glad I expect toshow their tickets and get through the gate out of the reach of thatrabble. They're walking this way. They must be rather annoyed to find aschool in possession of the place."
The strangers also carried luncheon baskets, and seemed seeking a spotfor a picnic. They were filing past the group on the steps when Irenesuddenly sprang up.
"Why, Marjorie! Marjorie!" she exclaimed joyfully. "Don't you know me?"
The handsome, gray-eyed girl thus addressed looked puzzled for a moment,then her face cleared with recognition.
"Renie! You've grown out of all remembrance! To think of meeting youhere of all places. I'm with some friends--the Prestons. We're on a sixweeks' tour in Italy. I went to see your mother in Naples yesterday.What a jolly flat you have there! Isn't this absolutely glorious? I'mhaving the time of my life."
"I should think you are by the look of you," laughed Irene. "Dona wroteand told me you were
coming to Italy, but I never expected to find youhere to-day. If Miss Morley will let me, may I bring my lunch along andjoin your party for a little while? There are ten dozen things I want toask you."
"Of course. Come and share our sandwiches. We've plenty to spare."
Having received the required permission, Irene went away to talk to hercousin, considerably to the admiration of most of her chums, anddecidedly to the envy of one. Lorna, who had settled herself by her sideon the steps, was not pleased to be deserted. She could never quiteforgive Irene for having so many friends. The brooding cloud that hadtemporarily dispersed settled down again. When the girls got up toexplore the temple she marched glumly away by herself. All the beautyand wonder and loveliness of the scene was lost upon her; for the sakeof a foolish fit of jealousy she was spoiling her own afternoon.
She was sitting upon a fallen piece of masonry, very wretched, andindulging in a private little weep, when a footstep sounded on the stonepavement, and somebody came and sat down quietly beside her. It was Mrs.Clark, and she had the tact to take no notice as Lorna surreptitiouslyrubbed her eyes. She knew far more about the girls at the Villa Camelliathan any of them suspected, and she had a very shrewd suspicion what layat the bottom of Lorna's mind. A skillful remark or two turned theconversation on to the topic of the holidays.
"It's nice to go home, isn't it?"
Lorna gave a non-committal grunt.
"Even if you miss your friends!"
"I suppose so."
"And it's pleasant to think they may miss you?"
"I don't flatter myself they'll do that," burst out Lorna. "They're sohappy they never think about _me_. Mrs. Clark, you don't know my home.I've nobody--nobody except my father. The others have brothers andsisters and friends, and all they want--and I have nothing."
"Except your father," added Mrs. Clark. "How about him? Sometimes whentwo people are left lonely they can make the world blossom again for oneanother. Isn't it time you began to take your mother's place? Can't youset yourself these holidays to give him such a bright, cheerful daughterthat he'll hardly want to part with you when you go back to school?Wouldn't you rather _he_ missed you than your chums? He's closer to youthan they are. Ask yourself if you were to lose him is there one of yourfriends who could mean as much to you? I sometimes think that girls whoare brought up at boarding-school are apt to lose the right sense ofvalue of their own relations. Their companions and the games fill theirlives, and they go back for the holidays almost like visitors in theirown homes. When they leave school they're dissatisfied and restless,because they've never been accustomed to suit themselves to the ways ofthe household, and have no niche into which they can fit. The old roundof 'camaraderie' is over, and they have been trained for nothing butcommunity life. Take my advice and make your niche now while you havethe opportunity. Show your father you want him, and that he's your bestfriend, and he'll begin to realize that _he_ wants _you_. How old areyou? Nearly sixteen! In another year or so you should be able to livewith him altogether and be the companion to him that he needs. You sayyou envy girls with many brothers and sisters, but there's another sideto that--if you're the only child you get the whole of the love.Remember you're all your father has, and let him see that you care. It'sa greater thing to be a good daughter than to be the favorite of theschool. If you keep that object in view you ought to have many years ofhappiness before you."
"I know. I was forgetting that side of it," said Lorna slowly.
"Think it over then, for its worth considering. A woman may have manybrothers and sisters, she can have another husband or another child, butit's only one father or mother she'll get, and the bond is a close one.Is that Irene waving to us? What is she calling? We're to come on withthe party! Yes indeed, we ought to be moving along. We shall only justhave time to explore the other temples before we must start back in thechar-a-banc."
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